A recent study on human willpower, involving college students and baked goods, should be cautionary here. Its results suggest that our willpower gets tired, like a muscle, so when we use it a lot in the course of a day we end up hardly being able to use it at all by day’s end. It seems to follow that, faced with media’s stronger, more regular seductions, we’re bound to give in earlier and more often. Perhaps this helps explain why the ends of long American workdays often feature alcohol, dessert, and hours of consumer media.

Then there’s the actual content. It’s probably clear to anyone over the age of 18 or so that content has undergone a sort of Incredible Hulk de-evolution that makes it both dumber and somehow also much more powerful. A good example of this (brought to my attention by a random post on Facebook) is TLC, founded as The Learning Channel by the former Dept. of Health, Education, and Welfare, together with NASA, to enrich American minds, but which now grips American eyeballs with Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. Ratings, no doubt, are up.

The media of my childhood, mostly weekly television shows and overused VHS tapes, was like a good pet. Sure, it was a little costly to keep around, but it was lovable, and I could always shut it out in the yard for a while. Now, though, media is always with me, always trying to snag my attention and siphon away as much as possible to sell to advertisers. It feels like it’s evolved from a cute little pet into a frighteningly efficient parasite.

It’s hard to say something new about the damaging effects of the internet /new media at this point, but I think this article is pretty on point (and horrifying). Blah blah blah, ironic that I’m posting it on tumblr, etc.

Go Kate, Brooke, and Kate

(Source: soa.li, via blkkathy)

I think he’s just sort of making this up as he goes along?

Okay, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sick of this by tomorrow, and at the same time I can’t imagine feeling any other emotion but pure joy when I watch/dance along with this.

Beautiful, heartbreaking, sounds-like-a-standard tune picked up from the trailer for Sarah Polley’s latest movie.

Tags: ice breaking

Check out the west coast spud’s new tumblr dedicated to finding the perfect place to read!

placestoread:

If you have the iron will of a god, this is the place for you. Quiet, fairly soft, safe and comfortable, dangers lurk beneath the surface: sleep’s siren call is difficult to resist, particularly in the afternoon or evening. Take heed—the journey from an upright position to a supine one is quick, and once reclining, sleep is inevitable.

On the other extreme, you may find yourself curious to look up a historical reference, word, or song on your home computer. This is a trap to be avoided at all costs. Hours later, you may manage to climb out of the Youtube rabbit hole, and unlike a nap, you will not even be left with the refreshing feeling of recent slumber.

BLAM did somebody say sports with duders?